Life Happens

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Due to my non existent social life, guess who’s some how (I swear I don’t know how it happened) into reading. Ah yes! Yours truly.

Saturday afternoon called for a nice bus ride to Barnes and Nobles Down town. Rewarded myself with a new journal as well after picking up this book. “Kiss and Blog”. It’s pretty much about ….. well … your typical High school teenage (almost) best friends. Long story short..One gets popular, the other doesn’t and takes revenge by creating a nasty blog about her best friend revealing all of her dirty little secrets. Girl drama indeed.

It really just had me thinking the lengths we go for popularity though. To be known. To be noticed. Not realizing what it comes with. I mean let’s face it, you’re probably not going to be liked by many for your “upper status”. Fight downs, haters… whatever we call them these days. I’m probably barely making any sense with this post and should probably stop since I feel like I’m getting no where with it. I think maybe because I haven’t put in such deep thought into it as I should have before attempting to post. This is really just a graze of the scalp, so bare with me. But really though, I mean we’ve seen the outcome of most of these prom queens, I can’t imagine what’s so great about the rants and name calling and rumours; I must be missing out. But it’s high time we realized maybe we’re not all meant to be Princes and Princesses. Some of us are meant to be the trees and the grass in the background, the rocks on the river bed and as unbelievable and nonsensical as it may seem, we’re just as important as the Prince and Princess. I’m pretty sure Mr n Mrs Charming didn’t lay on the desert sands… or whatever (oh lord I’m bad at jokes). I’m just saying maybe the spotlight isn’t for everyone, neither is it as good as it may seem. But like all situations and circumstances known, someone has to be an example, which I feel is just life. How else would we learn and know better. You’d think obviously by learning from others, when it’s clearly not the case. IF though, by any circumstance it can be avoided, I say why not avoid it. I know common sense is probably not as common as we may think it to be but let’s not be so dumb about the decisions we make, the things we say, the way we act and the things or people we chose to follow and take to look up to.

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Ahhhh ! Tattoos. Shades and shapes, letters and portraits, stained tissues and spilled ink. I’m thinking I’m wayyy overdue. 6 years overdue at that! Thinking about it, I was pretty much obsessed at getting one at some point. I even wanted to open up a shop of my own, which is still definitely a goal of mine to be accomplished.
I’ve substituted my wanting though, for piercings and colouring and cutting of my hair. I’ve went from long, to short, to shaved sides, to curly, to blue, to red, to blonde and now to rusty orange, which I must warn might soon change as well. All just temporary image enhancers though. I’ve never been accustomed to one look. I think being spontaneous is an essential part of life. Trying new things. But obviously with discretion and that’s something I’ve always tried to use.They say when that ink settles in though, it becomes somewhat of an addiction and eventually as time passes you feen and feen. Something I think I’d like to experience for my own.
For now I’m still trying to figure out the perfect place to lay one on. (You know, since it’s permanent and all that) and being the picky twerky person that I am, it is a challenge to decide on a location. I’ve thought of the word “life” in Arabic on my womb area, near the caesarian line, but then I thought what if I had a caesarian section birthing a child…that could be pretty messy, No. Then I thought of music notes behind my ear, which to me has become way to common these days, No. Believe me I have scanned and unfortunately still searching. Certain places though I wouldn’t dare go. For example I think tattoos on the thighs are ghetto. Tattoos on the lower back and lower front hip/waist area, a bit slutty, Sleeve, a bit too masculine .. And so on and so forth. I don’t know. Be it now or later or maybe, just maybe for my 18th birthday. I’m just saying. You never know right ?!

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Yep ! It was the weekend people, and what do we usually do on a weekend ? That’s right – Party. You know live it up a little, blow a little steam, let our hair loose, whatever you call it these days. And that is exactly what I did.. past the point.

I have been in hibernation for the past maybe 4 months now. Haven’t been to a single rave and I finally got my chance last night. How did that go you’re dying to ask ? Well, you know how some us get overly emotional when drunk ? or aggressive or calm ? Let’s just say I get overly confident. I tend to say things I wouldn’t normally say when sober. A good thing maybe but … Anyway, guess who decided to pick up their phone and drunk text a certain someone ? ONLY yours truly !
I just had to. Did I flirt with this guy ? Yes. Did I call this guy a sexy pine tree? Yes. Did I feel like the biggest jackass the morning after? What do you think !

The thing is, I don’t even know if I like Pine trees or what they do or how they grow .. A pine tree was the last thing on my mind; well obviously not, because apparently I think they’re sexy and I’m attracted to them.

Man I really hope I can sit back and have a goood laugh at this someday, but right now I’m a bit too embarrassed to even think of having a NORMAL conversation with this guy, far less to even look him in the face without thinking that he probably thinks I’m crazy and have issues.

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Went out tonight (Cinema) to watch ‘The Pact’. I guess the guys were in the mood for a good scary one. Unfortunately that didn’t turn out to be the exact case of the movie *bummer* but was still a good night.

I couldn’t help but admire one of the guy’s hands though. Yeah, you must have thought for a second, “what?”. I mean that wasn’t my first time meeting him or us hanging out together but they’re so neat I couldn’t help but notice it for the one hundredth time. It’s … a bit weird; if I’m using the correct expression. His nails was cut short, clean, smooth, soft hands and to me that is a major turn on. It may sound weird but I can’t stop thinking about them. I personally think that’s sexy and attractive ! Seriously though, how many guys does one know pays attention to the appearance of his hands and fingers so much or so often. 1? 2? .. The point is, not many. But when you do meet them, trust you’ll probably be as amazed as I am.

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It’s been 6 months since I left home. What a 6 months it has been. But it’s all becoming an experience that I’m trying to make as memorable as I can. Made a few new friends, spent an awesome amount of time with my family, experiencing the most horrible weather I have ever in my lifetime and also having an almost of a huge crush on a certain someone .

I miss St Lucia though. My friends and my family mainly, then my bed, then the sun. It’s practically summer yet it’s been raining almost none stop. Could make a bigger difference if only there was someone to at least cuddle with. You know like, fall asleep in their arms and plant pecks on their cheeks all the while enjoying the horrendous cold weather. Just someone to make it all seem.. Not So Bad After All.